“Oh my goodness! This looks freaking amazing!” Branson yelled as he stood back to admire the photo booth.
I walked up to join him, paint on my hands and in my hair. My fingers also ached and I was pretty sure I had gotten about fifteen paper cuts alone today.
But Branson was right, the set up looked great and was definitely giving old Hollywood glamour with the red curtain back drop and twinkly white lights.
Branson straightened out the camera on the tripod stand.
“Now all we have to do is make sure no one breaks anything.” He spoke.
I started piling the leftover materials in a box. “Well it is a bunch of hormone crazed teenagers, I think that’s asking for too much.”
He chuckled as he walked up to me helping me clean up.
Everyone else on the committee had bailed on us leaving Branso
